I wrote my own eulogy because I feel death approaching me now😥.
In the heart of Gaza’s war that devours souls and steals dreams, I mourn myself as if I see my end looming on the horizon. Yet, I hope my words will remain alive, bearing witness to the fact that I loved life with all my might, even though fate was unbearably cruel. Do not let my words die with me; share them. Let them be a living memory that never fades.
I clung to life, brave and unafraid, loving peace and all the details of existence. But fate chose an ending I was not prepared for. I never surrendered; I stood firm in the face of death, even when it imposed itself. Tell my friends I ascended to the heavens standing tall and resilient. Tell them I flew without wings, swam in a sea of pain while shackled, yet never broke.
Tell my children that I was a loving father who held them in my arms during the bombing, so my soul would take the shrapnel instead of their tiny bodies. I was their shield, the fortress that swallowed fear to keep them safe. Teach them always to stand with peace, hold on to hope, and plant love wherever they go.
I was stronger than sorrow and despair, wiping my tears and telling myself, "I am strong; I will not cry." I loved my homeland and never sold my dreams. I dreamed of a tomorrow where I would see it free. I wanted to embrace freedom and shake hands with peace, but fate was faster than me.
At the end of my eulogy, I leave you with this will: Build a different future—one free of wars, filled with peace. Embrace your children, be kind to the elderly, and choose leaders who cherish life and peace. Always stand by the weak and help them until they become strong.
Do not build me a statue; instead, pray for mercy for my soul and remember me with a smile that tells my story and a heart that beats with love and peace.
@AfricaFactsZone If it wasn't for the number of refugees Uganda welcomes,she wouldn't be in that position.
That's the price to pay for being hospitable 🫰🏽